One of our domestic rituals is the weekly refilling of Senyah's pill
box on Saturday night. I put her vitamins and medications into this
big plastic box, markedout by day and time of day - you've all
probably seen them.

As sometimes happens, I emptied a bottle. It was a small bottle of
blood-pressure medicine, with one of the little plastic cylinders
inside to absorb any moisture. I threw the bottle towards the
trashcan, but missed. The bottle rolled to about halfway between me
and Senyah.

Since Senyah has balance issues, I said, "Don't worry about it. I'll
pick it up in a minute, when I'm finished here."

No sooner said,than Little Feet leaps, from out of of nowhere, and
proceeds to play the best and most furious game of pill-bottle hockey
I have ever seen. He tackles it, bats it, swats it across the room.
The other cats look on with surprised "I never THOUGHT of THAT!" looks
on their faces. They watch in amazement as Little Feet plays the heck
out of that bottle.

Eventually, Little Feet tosses the bottle to Little Boy and Bucky.
Little Boy just lays there, the bottle between his paws, while Bucky
makes the occasional investigative paw touch on the bottle.

I told Senyah I'd just leave the bottle out for the cats...

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark